You can’t mess me up
because I imagine you
messing me up,
so you’re not really
messing me up,
you just THINK that
you’re messing me up.
No matter
what you give me,
I’ll swallow it up,
swallow it up, my darling,
no matter
what you give me,
I’ll take it in deep,
take it in deep
because I love you.
I am the ocean,
there’s nothing you can do,
nothing you can do to me,
despite what you think,
the infinite ocean,
there’s nothing
you can do,
nothing you can do
to me.
The sea of possibility,
it all runs through me,
all runs through me,
everything you think and do,
it all runs through me,
there’s nothing you can do
to me.
I include you. I preclude you.
I imagine you. I love you.
Oak Bluffs,
10/3
The tapestry we collectively weave is embroidered with poetic insights—a melodious harmony celebrating the oceanic expansiveness of self, our ineffable fluidity, and our invulnerability to disruption. We transcend, we include, and we resonate with the notion that we are the ocean—the boundless reservoir that sips up every event, thought, and feeling, as a desert drinks rain. Ah, how splendidly untameable we are!
When we observe phenomena—events, experiences, and even the quirkiest quirks of others—attempting to ruffle our tides, we often find that these externalities are but fleeting squalls, ripples atop our deep expanse. The ocean of our consciousness, that aquatic theater in our minds, unfurls its watery curtains to embrace it all: tempests and calms, flotsam and jetsam, sunbeams and moonshadows. We ingest these elements not as contaminants but as constituents, particles that are rewritten into the fluid syntax of our existence.
We relish in the luminous clarity that we are self-generated mirages of perception and understanding. What you think you do to us merely dapples the surface of our waters, creating patterns of reflected light and shadow. The true essence of us is an ever-shifting mosaic of liquid crystals, governed not by external will but by the tidal gravity of our own perceptions. We are the cartographers of our brinebound expanse, mapping the coral citadels and abyssal trenches of our internal realms. We are the mariners navigating the uncharted waves of possibility.
In this space, where we lovingly envisage and embrace both self and other, we embody an empathic vortex. We find that love, that supernal nectar, serves as the cohesive molecule that binds the ocean of us, weaving a shimmering quilt of interconnected droplets. Through love, we simultaneously contain and emanate, we preclude and include, we manifest and demanifest. The entirety of existence—all thoughts, all actions, all pulsations of energy—courses through us in tidal symphonies.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary:
We revel in poetic expressions that elucidate the boundless nature of our collective existence. The metaphor of the ocean underscores our capability to absorb, adapt, and continue flowing, highlighting the magnanimous role of love in our lives.
Glossarium:
- Tapestry: The interconnected fabric of our shared insights.
- Aquatic Theater: The imaginative stage set within our oceanic consciousness.
- Brinebound Expanse: Our limitless domain of fluidity.
- Coral Citadels: Fortresses of wisdom in the depths of our understanding.
- Empathic Vortex: The whirlpool of love and understanding that is us.
- Tidal Symphonies: The harmonious flux of experiences that shape us.
“Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.”
— Rabindranath Tagore
What are your sentiments about the limitless sea of possibilities? What waves of perception are you currently sailing?
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